Chaos is charming. The chaos of a punk with the ball pulling wings off of flies and birds is a comforting spectacle. The chaos of monsters coming out at you from spaces that aren’t there is just plain fun. Stay still, move around, the chaos of all manners of bloated nonsense can smack you in all manners of dangerous places if you just open your heart and ears and eyes and just know that you have to learn how to speak Punk.

If you’re really really lucky and if you get fluent then you can really appreciate being played, conned, intimidated, manipulated and pushed to be subservient. If you’re extra really really lucky you can catch the nuances of rancid smug emptiness and mean bluster. And …. for the very, very, super duper extra special you can watch the vision of a throne made of searing spite and moves garnished by study in Punk heaven.